Wednesday, November 18, 2015
She likes birds!
— Lily on Roz Chast at The Century
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
I get my back into my living.
— The Who, “Baba O'Riley”
Monday, November 16, 2015
I’m giving everything measles.
— Old lady learning patch, clone stamp, and healing brush in Photoshop
Sunday, November 15, 2015
… and gathered my limbs together.
— “The Tale of Sinuhe,” Ashmolean Museum, Oxford (AN1945.40)
Saturday, November 14, 2015
So many dolphins, why are there so many dolphins… ohh, mini frogs!
— Lily with her eyes closed
Friday, November 13, 2015
It went well.
— Geoff
Thursday, November 12, 2015
They tend to become philosophers of their own work.
— Lydia Davis, “Glenn Gould,” The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
And he said to me, ‘I wish you modest success’
— Ethan Hawke, Rules For A Knight
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
We should repeal the rules because the economic costs of this far exceed the social benefit.
— Jeb Bush, the Fourth Republican Debate in Milwaukee
Monday, November 9, 2015
Work on something else.
— Jason
Sunday, November 8, 2015
It’s art, you have to respect it!
— Security guard at MOMA after I took a large bad photograph that was for taking and crumpled it up and put it back.
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Stand up and why?
— Misheard Lily
Friday, November 6, 2015
Sus
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Thursday, November 5, 2015
Sexual ice-cream… ice-cream that looks hot.
— David Rosenthal
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Horsy
— Jason
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
He was successively a milkman, a truckdriver, a bricklayer, a harvester, a dishwasher, a soldier in Puerto Rico during the war with Spain, a newspaperman, and a student of literature.
— Jorge Luis Borges, An Introduction to American Literature
Monday, November 2, 2015
When I close my eyes I see faces I haven’t drawn yet!
— Lily
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Usually I watch animals until they walk away.
— Lily
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Hi!
— Lily greeting her first trick-or-treaters
Friday, October 30, 2015
The ground will be moist for gravestones.
— Dad